full moon cheese

Would the moon were made of cheese
the fat warming vat,
not pure as snow
mimicking lunar glow
contains endless opportunities

when the whey breaks from the curd
looking sickly like pickley brine
make parallel lines
velvety clumps freed
all comparisons are absurd

when metal molds are filled so soon
blobs in craggy landscapes, whey escapes
dried rock formations
will last the duration
cheese is made of the moon

About Ambria

I amuse myself. I hope you like it too.
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